Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 74 The Goddess’ Various Postures

Chapter 74 The Goddess’ Various Postures (Please Read!)

Fang Zuo took a light step and appeared in the interrogation room.

Master Hongyi's pupils constricted, this so-called subordinate Yingkong Huwalnut.

The extent of its power is completely beyond my comprehension.

Fang Zuo looked up and down at the sturdy middle-aged black man.

This is the kind of man who has four Japanese women as his wives.

She provided him with a place to vent his anger and abuse him, but she also earned money to support him and helped him kill people.

This black man has dreadlocks and his body is covered with tattoos.

Not possessed by divine thoughts.

But he has a strong belief in incense.

Fang Zuo was very curious about the religion of black people.

That land is the only land that the major religions don't like very much.

The beliefs of believers are too mixed.

Many believers are too lazy to even pray the most basic prayers.

As a result, even if there are more believers, the incense offerings are too scarce.

It is in such a place that a new religion can be born.

"It seems that you are an important figure in the religion." Fang Zuo said to the black man.

The black man glanced at Fang Zuo, closed his eyes and said nothing.

"With such strong faith, someone like you should be considered a 'divine messenger.'" Fang Zuo scanned the area with his mind, "As expected, your soul is protected by the gods."

Fang Zuoyaoyao raised his hand.

A ball of light appeared in his hand.

The black man suddenly opened his eyes and violently tried to break free from the shackles: "Give it back to me, this is the certificate God gave me."

Fang Zuo ignored him and looked at the ball of light carefully.

It's just a simple storage technique of spiritual power mixed with the power of incense and faith.

When black people are threatened with death, the light ball within the soul will be inspired to try to save black people.

Although the spiritual power is pitifully small, the power of faith and worship is still quite good.

It seems that this sect has quite a few members.

However, the incense is not pure enough, which shows that the sect’s followers are too mixed.

Only in places like Africa can new religions grab some leftovers from the bowls of major orthodox gods.

The method used to refine this ball of light is extremely crude.

It was so rough that Fang Zuo was too lazy to even complain.

Even though those Western religions have strong faith and popularity, they are far inferior to those of China in terms of realm and techniques.

This has been the case since ancient times.

Fang Zuo pointed at the suspended ball of light.

The ball of light shattered.

A majestic voice echoed throughout the interrogation room.

'Who is trying to murder my followers?'

The shattered ball of light transformed into divine consciousness and gathered into a human figure, floating above the black man's head.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

He wondered what this 70-year-old god looked like.

But I definitely didn't expect it to be like this.

A black man wearing an Arab robe.

She even had dreadlocks.

It seems that this deity was also a lover of reggae music before becoming a god.

The level of the main body can be known from this weak divine consciousness.

Although the power of incense and faith is still good, but because there is no method of cultivation, the spiritual consciousness is extremely weak.

It's like a strong man with muscles but no way to exert his strength.

Probably any Taoist wizard can capture the real body of this god as a big ghost.

A golden light circled around Fang's left hand finger, binding the divine thought.

Easily refined.

Sure enough, the information obtained was exactly the same as the evil god in Minamikawa Keiko's house.

I also once received a misleading message.

Let them come to Japan, where they have what they need most.

But what exactly it is, cannot be known because there is not much information in the divine consciousness.

Fang Zuo walked out of the interrogation room and recounted what he had learned. "No wonder the number of registered religions in Japan has increased dramatically in recent years," Master Hongyi nodded. "Shintoism caused the Japanese government to close the registration of foreign religions a few years ago. They must have learned something."

Shinto?
Fang Zuo frowned.

I don't really know much about these religions.

All I know is that it is a native religion of Japan.

Sakura Kurumi said softly, "The Kanda Festival in Tokyo is about to begin. It is the Shinto ritual for selecting the son of God."

Fang Zuo reacted: "The Kanda Festival that your family wants you to represent?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded and held Fang Zuo's arm tighter.

The little face leaned against Fang Zuo's shoulder: "My father came to see me, but I refused. I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. I spared them last time, and that's my bottom line."

After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi loosened her arms, jumped lightly again, and hung on Fang Zuo.

"I would like to participate in the Kanda Festival on my own behalf."

"What? You want to be the Son of God?" Fang Zuo held Yingkong Walnut horizontally.

One hand supported her neck and the other hand was between her two small and firm buttocks.

Rub two fingers on each side into the buttocks.

Yingkong Hutao's little face was close to Fang Zuo and she kept rubbing it.

Enjoying the touch.

"I also want to know why these frequent cults have to come here."

"Besides, you go undercover at the girls' school, and I go undercover at the Shinto cult."

"If you dare to play with female students and teachers, I will play with Shintoists."

Fang Zuo said helplessly, "That's not what you said when you asked me to be an undercover agent. You let me get the upper hand because I'm close to the water. And you forced me to be an undercover agent."

"I don't care, I have the final say." Yingkong Walnut gently bit Fang Zuo's earlobe with her teeth.

Exhale like a orchid.

He whispered in Fang Zuo's ear, "What if I become a goddess? Just think about it, if I were on top of the goddess, behind her, holding her legs, wouldn't it feel better if we were in front of the statue?"

After she said that, her little face turned red and she started giggling.

"Then you're definitely going to be a goddess." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "That's what I said."

Master Hongyi was walking on his way back to Sensoji Temple.

After hearing a few words from the couple, I was so scared that I left immediately.

Being annoying is secondary.

The key is that they don't take Shintoism seriously at all.

What's more, she was afraid that if she continued listening, she would be silenced by that powerful man.

Just as he walked out of the police station, the spiritual power in Master Hongyi's body suddenly flashed.

[Shikigami: Eisei Kachobi] appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Are you going back like this?" [Shikigami: Eisei Kachobi] said lightly.

Master Hongyi was stunned: "I don't understand what you mean, senior."

"What are you going to say when you get back?" [Shikigami: Huishi Flower and Bird Brush] sneered, "You're not going to honestly report what just happened, are you?"

Master Hongyi showed a puzzled expression.

[Shikigami: Huishi Kanobi] sighed. This little monk has talent, but he just doesn't know how to survive.

I can only let myself, an old senior, teach me.

"You've seen how powerful that man is. Let me tell you, the realm you can imagine is not even as powerful as his fingernails."

"If he wanted to kill both of us, a thought would be enough."

"How dare you offend a man like this?"

"Just ignore all the information about this man and report the rest to Omori Masaru."

Master Hongyi remained silent.

nodded.

Fang Zuo appeared in her office holding Yingkong Kurumi.

The middle finger pointed in the middle.

Just as Yingkong Kurumi's face flushed and she pulled down the office curtain.